The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1887-10-18
''QOUrT WASHINGTON.
BY Ellie Eeattie.


"When Rob comes back from camp, Elise,
and if it is pretty, fair, said Captain Beattie.
one morning. she shall take you and Mabel on
Mount Washington
Rob is my uncle's nephew and book-keeper,
just returned from Eastman college with his
diploma under his ARM and into whose erudite
parchment Mabel is very much afraid the
moths will enter So we watched with assidu.
GUS eyes the cloudy sky. and the road to Gram
by, for that is where Rob is, in that mysterious
lumber camp about which ] have been hear !.
ing all summer till l can almost see the great
piles of spruce logs being hauled through tho
snowdrifts, and the burly Frenchmen chatter
ing their patois.
Rob came before the fair weather; but final
ly, on the morning Of Thursday, the 9Th Of Oc-
tober, we dared to venture out, both early and
dark, for the hour was half-past six, and the
Pilot Range was swathed in gloom. A pleas
ant ride Of twenty miles brought us to the
Wing road, where we changed cars for Faby.
an. All along this road the scenery is very
fine q foTetaste of what we are soon to have.
We reached the Fabyan House at half-past
eight, and betook ourselves TO the large Office
and sitting hall combined. AT one end of the
long room, great, big wood fire burning in
great, big old fashioned fire place, threw its
warmth and radiance upon the people.
AT 10 o'clock, we took our seats in a wide,
open tdfs lltteu win Cldl2, ana very soon Also
with people, and were borne along swiftly to
the base of the mighty granite bridge. Here we
entered the Mount Washington railway train,
and were soon on our way up an ascent that
seemed almost straight, and there seemed to
be no way for us but to be dashed backward to-
death.
All the others, however, appeared calm and
contented, and so, after little, l. too, ceased
to watch that dizzy plane with such fascinated
eyes, and looked off to the gloomy forests
about u.s.
The clouds that once gave promise of break
ing away, now only gathered faster in volume
and blackness, and bent sombreIy over the dull
green of the stunted hemlock and the pale.
huttering yellow of the brick. just such day
as this must Poe have seen when he wrote:
~rbe skies tlev ware ashen and sober
The leaves they were cIispod and sere
The leaves they were whitening and sere
Twas day in the lonesome October
u my mo I mlmemorial year
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tAiiu surrey pWts Jhse mere ~ Niii5 kAaooNy
gioolIi es wy poox m say 1astsfte lfeasn~
efons anu ialr' foat 70 thehi through the mist
sern 4e,rnt ts,aYas mo ~ III III t.,fa e14ss
10 the lpthean peace Of Clio skies
Come up thraHght he lair Of the&fen,
with love ID her luminous eyes
And stiI1 on and nm We went. and IL seemed
a. r. we g ~ ~ et 't a,sd VII nnd hnIss
the moor. little broken-baeked enoine as Win
labored breath ii pnshed ms m amonp the
clouds We have passed the place where we
can mt our hands and touch Inc ton of the
dead mines. and now IL we wanted ia toucT
the growth on Mount WASHINGTON. we shouId
have TO how upon our knees Tor the stately
snlnce Of the valleys has here hecoroe \ loty
bush. Int a few inches from the oronud For
some little time had taken note of little bits
of foams between the rocks. and thouobi thew
were The eddies from some swift mountain
stream when Mabel leaned over and said stSea
the snow
"See the What cried. turuinp on her in
horror
ssWhy. the snow; don't Won see it?'' she and
Rob bofh answered with n laugh.
And sure onorb, in n little while they did NOS
need to tell me of h for there IL Law before MS.
q great. white Garnet over the barren rocks
About 40 rods from The summit an IRREGULAR
cairn Of rock MARKS the spot where Miss
bourne of Kennebunk. Maine. perished on the
4tb of September, 1855, in sight of warmth and
shelter.
BSfeyv more pants n few more efforts. and
the dear little engine landed us ON The hjghest
mountain top cast of the rocky mountains
But the monarch had done. as monarchs
often do hidden himself from the view
OF common mOrtals, and q ven OF mist onYeL-
oped his august face We did not relish stand-
ing in the snow and at every stop we took
tbe Nov, HannShire breazes fannnd our faces
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